You stand by the workshop door
The grass grows high on the floor
The ivy climbs up the wall
You watch as the evening falls
Swing that silver beam around
Search for secrets on the ground
Cut the black with one white line
Make the hidden garden shine
You spot a rusted iron gate
The hinges buckle under weight
A copper wire twists in a coil
Deep inside the damp black soil
Swing that silver beam around
Search for secrets on the ground
Cut the black with one white line
Make the hidden garden shine
You hear a dry rattle in the brush
The wind gives the maple a push
A yellow eye blinks in the shade
Where the wilder brambles are laid
Swing that silver beam around
Search for secrets on the ground
Cut the black with one white line
Make the hidden garden shine
The battery starts to fade and dim
The light hits the garden's rim
One last flash on a broken stone
You are standing here all alone
The glass lens is scratched and old
The night air is turning cold
You click the switch and find the way
Back to where the porch lights sway
Swing that silver beam around
Search for secrets on the ground
Cut the black with one white line
Make the hidden garden shine
Just a beam in the black.
Keep the light on the track.
Keep it shining.
